It’s just hard to swallow something that’s bigger than what I can bite. I’m knocked to my senses knowing that as time showed time and again, I can’t do it on my own. Fate is not wheat turned into grain by a magical tractor in an overnight romance. A plentiful harvest requires a season’s worth of much work, attitude, and initiative. It’s time to put on a sombrero, rolled up pants, and a white t-shirt.

Lately I’ve been feeling a bit low. Unsure of some things. Insecure about some of my convictions. I’m wishfully hoping that this is just a phase that goes by.

“If only I could turn back time…”

I could definitely change some things in the past. But then is said and done. Living in regret is not taking the opportunity to learn invaluable lessons learned from experiences: Drawing a fine line between hiding too much and revealing too little. Differentiating unavoidable consequences from preemptive conditions. Shading light to relative truths and subjective matters.

Forget about it. I can’t do anything about the past. It’s gone. The only thing I can get out of the past is today’s appreciation. A brand new day. A sparkling, shiny new day. It even smells like a newly opened shoebox. A chance to make everything better. Better yet, to start anew. Out of the ordinary I can form the extraordinary.

It’s time to stop dwellling from the well of yesterday. Look forward today. I wouldn’t know when my last sunrise is going to be.